Tribute to uncle's manuscript

? This year's Spring Festival, COVID-19 ravaged the whole country. On the eleventh day of the first month, I was shocked to hear the bad news. My uncle with cancer left us. My wife and I just went to see him a few years ago. My uncle was lying in bed at that time. I didn't expect this to be a farewell. Due to the epidemic situation, no farewell ceremony was held, and temporary burial was not allowed after cremation.

My aunt was heartbroken and the people who cared about her most left. She cried and told us her uncle's last time, which made us even more sad. The torture of illness made him unable to hold on any longer. On his deathbed, he was still chanting whether Wang Yong (my father) had gone to Jiangbei. With a lot of disappointment, he left, perhaps this is also a relief.

In my eyes, my uncle is a simple, hardworking, gentle and upright elder and my aunt's firm reliance. I've never seen him lose his temper, but I was deeply impressed by two things: First, my uncle's thin body was riding a bicycle, and there were two huge sewage buckets in the back seat, and his back was rickety. Second, my uncle goes to the balcony to smoke alone, which is his greatest hobby. He sat there quietly, smoking a charming cigarette. In his father's eyes, he is a good son-in-law who is filial to the elderly and a good eldest brother who is kind and filial. He is very ordinary, and there is nothing worthy of publicity in his life, but he works hard and stubbornly shoulders the responsibility of life. After retiring from the mine early, he worked as a coolie, farming, selling vegetables, dragging swill and so on. He is not good at calculation and always suffers the most. Even if his life is unfair, he disdains to fight, perhaps because he thinks it is useless to fight.

? My uncle's life, like a stream flowing slowly through the village, is calm, ordinary and slightly dull.

? People always have lofty ideals when they are young, but time gradually wears away. Is it like the bright fireworks that bloom at night, even if it is only a short moment, or is it an ordinary life? Just like Qu Yuan's doubts and indignation in Buju, should he run like a horse that travels thousands of miles every day, or drift with the tide and live his own life like a wild duck floating on the water? Should we compete with swans or chickens and ducks for food in Qi Fei? Where should we go from here?

? Uncle, rest in peace!